Upon the Gun-powder Plot
1.
And will this wicked world never prove good?
Will Priests and Catholiques never prove true?
Shall Catesby, Piercy and Rookwood
Make all this famous Land to rue?
With putting us in such a feare,
With huffing and snuffing and guni-powder,
With a Ohone hononoreera tarrareera, tarrareero hone.
2.
’Gainst the fifth of November, Tuesday by name,
Peircy and Catesby a Plot did frame,
Anno one thousand six hundred and five,
In which long time no man alive
Did ever know, or heare the like,
Which to declare my heart growes sike.
With a O hone, &c.
3.
Under the Parliament-house men say
Great store of Powder they did lay,
Thirty six barrels, as is reported,
With many faggots ill consorted,
With barres of iron upon them all,
To bring us to a deadly fall.
With a O hone, &c.
4.
And then came forth Sir Thomas Knyvet,
You filthy Rogue come out o’ th’ doore,
Or else I sweare by Gods trivet
Ile lay thee flatlong on the floore,
For putting us all in such a feare,
With huffing and snuffing, &c.
5.
Then Faux out of the vault was taken
And carried before Sir Francis Bacon,
And was examined of the Act,
And strongly did confesse the Fact,
And swore he would put us in such a feare.
With huffing, &c.
6.
Now see it is a miraculous thing,
To see how God hath preserv’d our King,
The Queen, the Prince, and his Sister dear,
And all the Lords, and every Peere,
And all the Land, and every shire,
From huffing, &c.
7.
Now God preserve the Council wise,
That first found out this enterprise;
Not they, but my Lord Monteagle,
His Lady and her little Beagle,
His Ape, his Ass, and his great Beare,
From huffing, and snuffing, and gunni-powder.
[8.]
Other newes I heard moreover,
If all was true that’s told to me,
Three Spanish ships landed at Dover,
Where they made great melody,
But the Hollanders drove them here and there,
With huffing, &c.